On boring, dull days with nothing to do and two goofy kids sitting side by side in history, something was bound to happen. Micheal and I shared this class with maybe nine other students. Somehow, we both managed to scare the crap out of all of those snobby teenagers.
"You're ready for anatomy, right?" He asked me. Although his swirling gold and green eyes revealed that he already knew my answer.
"Nope." I replied bluntly. The assignment was to figure out some weird cell function we each had, since the school was made up of all sorts of animals. Most would have it fairly easy. Micheal was literally a cat, one of the most basic creatures known to man. Researching his cell variants would be a cinch because some wise geeky scientist had probably done a research paper on cats and their bodies. I couldn't get away with that, mainly because I'm not suppose to exist.
"Come on, Emma. All you had to do was research hedgehogs." He gave a wry grin. I dropped my pencil and gave him a flustered look. One of my closest friends had forgotten one of the biggest facts about me.
"Bro. I'm half hedgehog. The other half of me is an echidna." I snapped. He frowned.
"Could you spell that please?"
I sighed, ripping out a piece of paper. Micheal watched me with patience, although I was positive something stupid would come out of his mouth. What I hadn't realized was exactly how stupid. I placed the paper on his desk. He glanced at it, still having a funny look.
"What's a echinada?"
It sounded so close to "enchilada" that I thought he was pulling the meme about Knuckles. Then I saw how serious his face was. Stunned, I just sat there with my mouth opening and closing like a fish, trying to form words.
"It's echidna." I finally managed to say. He looked back down, realizing his mistake.
"OH! Well it looks like echinada."
I couldn't hold it in anymore. I bent over and let out a giant laugh. The entire class froze with terror at my sudden outburst. Even Mr. Gilmore fixated his gaze on us. I took deep breaths in hopes of stopping my giggles. Dear chaos, I looked like an idiot. The sandy colored cat only let his grin grow wider.
"Seriously, what's an echidna?" He asked. By now everyone had returned to their loafing around, leaving him and me to discuss this important matter.
"An echidna is what Knuckles is." I answered. Micheal scratched the tufts of his hair with confusion.
"The red guy?" He asked. I mentally sighed. Of course he didn't know who Knuckles was. The guardian was only seen in the city square from time to time. He was always up on Angel Island guarding the giant emerald. I gave Micheal a nod.
"He's the one everyone calls an enchilada." I grinned. Now it was his turn to laugh. A girl to the front with cute purple glasses turned to us with confusion. From the half-finished mermaid drawing on her desk, I knew she was an artist. Micheal knew her better than me. He gasped for breath and looked at her.
"Hey Tina, can you draw Knuckles as an enchilada?"
With that, he bursted into fits again. Luckily the bell rang before he could make anymore comments.
Agriculture came after History. While I was always ecstatic about going to this class, this time it was for a different reason. Rouge had replied to my text after I had just sat down, sending some excuse on why she was replying late. Just as I figured, the choice I'd made had practically made her day. Unfortunately, Leon sat beside me, and his curiosity overwhelmed him.
"Better not be texting your boyfriend." He smirked. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Why? Is there a problem with it?" I asked with a bittersweet tone.
"You have a boyfriend?"
"Would it bother you if I did?"
He rolled his eyes and turned away. I smirked and turned back to my electronic conversation. At least I could enjoy the period in peace. What I had forgotten was all his buddies that shared a class with us.
"Do you make it a hobby to ruin his life?" One asked. I snorted.
"He spoke first. Therefore, he ruined his own life."
"Well yeah, but you don't have to be rude."
"There's a fine line between being cocky and being rude. But then again, I guess you wouldn't know the difference."
"See? Right there. Rude."
I huffed, trying my best to not explode. I didn't need to go home with yet another reason for my mom to hate me.
"Could you screw off? Please?" I asked. He held up his hands in surrender and turned away. This is why I didn't have a boyfriend. Thankful for the peace at last, I returned to concentrating on talking to Rouge.